Friday, September 18, 2015


Are you taking pictures of dead fish?

Yes. Yes I am.

I am fascinated by the carnage that litters the Alaskan streamsides and can only imagine what it will look like in a month. The imperative that exists within these fish, to swim hundreds of miles to their birthplaces, to do their thing and then call it a life, amazes me. To see the swimming zombies, spent and deteriorating, flesh falling from their bones, but still fighting the currents to perpetuate their species, humbles me.

Do I have such courage, such commitment, such ragged nobility within me?

Do you?

Mike, you're weird.

Yes. Perhaps I am. But then you probably don't see them as I do.

Or do you?


Feather Chucker said...

Kind of spooky how the eyes seem to go first.

Unknown said...

Mike, you've well captured one of the most compelling acts of nature in a way that evokes thoughtful consideration of our own true purpose in life. I really appreciate you sharing such an awesome experience. Bob certainly made a wise choice including you in the Artist in Residence program.

Mike Sepelak said...

Indeed, spooky, Kevin.

Thanks for the kind words, Jeff. It does make you think. But no artist am I, resident or otherwise. Just a poor scribbler with the opportunity to spend a week with Bob in Alaska. Count me lucky.

BobWhite said...

au contraire mon frere!

Count all of us lucky

Unknown said...

Enough with the amuse-bouche. I'm hungry for the story!

Mike Sepelak said...

Thanks, Bob.

In my very best Jack Nicholson impression, You can't handle the story, John.

That's not how I do things, anyway. :-)

CARF said...

A very different angle of fishing in Alaska. I love the fact that these are not hero or release shots, rather, the real deal of what happens at the culmination of their journey. Nothing weird about this at all, not to me.

Mike Sepelak said...

Thanks, Justin. Alaska gives you a new angle on fishing, and a lot of things. Glad I'm not alone in my weirdness.